She retreated again with the lamp, still a little mystified to judge from her manner, and he resumed his hovering at the corner of the porch, flushed and less at his ease.
Long after he had smoked out his pipe, and when the bats were abroad, curiosity dominated his complex hesitations, and he stole back into his darkling sitting-room.

He paused in the doorway.

The stranger was still in the same attitude, dark against the window.

Save for the singing of some sailors aboard one of the little slate-carrying ships in the harbour the evening was very still.

Outside, the spikes of monkshood and delphinium stood erect and motionless against the shadow of the hillside.
Something flashed into Isbister's mind; he started, and leaning over the table, listened.